Your Eyes Do Not Lie
Laugh.
Laugh like you always do.
Laugh to hide the pain.
Smile like you're okay.
Then go for a walk in the rain.
But I still see you,
With your empty onyx eyes.
I hear the tremble in your voice.
I see past the lies.
I follow you.
I follow you as I always do.
Don't get me wrong,
I'm not your bitch.
I'm just headstrong,
As you well know.
I hate your condescending sneer.
I hate the way you talk to me.
I hate the sobs you think I don't hear.
I hate each mission you give.
I hate never knowing if you'll live.
I love it when we fight.
It brings the fire to your eyes.
It makes everything alright,
For awhile.
Then you do it again.
You show us that sad, sad smile.
Just like you did back then.
As if to say 'enough'.
You tell us to get back to work.
You hide your pain.
I hide my hurt.
'There's nothing to see'.
That hurts the most.
Because you don't see me.
But I turn to you.
I see what you hide.
So I shout.
I try to distract you.
I scream to let it out,
Hoping you'll fight back.
You don't.
It's your warmth that I lack.
I leave.
What more can I say?
When I try to help,
You push me away.
I hear you sigh,
And rise from your chair.
If I looked by the window,
I bet you'd be there.
Later that day,
You call me in.
'Edward, You're emotions are getting in the way',
'With them we can't win.'
'Orders are orders; learn not to fight.'
You say.
'I can't!' I want to shout,
Because it makes you alright.
Those dead eyes...
They fill with fire.
Your broken cries...
Fueled by passion, call higher.
You wait for an answer,
One I cannot give.
Not if I care,
If I want you to live.
I just shake my head.
'I won't do it, sir.'
No matter what you've said.
You smile your smile,
And laugh your laugh,
But I see your hands shake,
And I see your soul crack.
I stand from my seat,
Refusing to cry,
Watching my feet,
As I let loose a sigh.
'I'm leaving.' I whisper.
You freeze.
Your laughter stops,
As if cut off in a scream.
Your back is stiff,
Your hands flop on the desk,
As if in a dream.
'What?'
It's a strangled cry.
'I'm leaving Mustang.'
'So long and goodbye.'
I quickly turn away,
Choke back a sob,
I can't make this okay,
I'll lose my job,
But I can't stand to see you like this.
I head for the door.
'Wait!'
I look back once more.
Then,
A whisper,
Almost too soft to hear.
'Why?'
As down lips a tear.
I stand still in shock,
Wondering why you're letting me see.
I watch your shoulders tremble and slump,
Maybe your lifeline is me?
Softly I reply,
'I can't do this anymore,'
'I can't watch you die.'
'What do you mean?' you dare to hope.
'I love you Roy Mustang, and love is the slowest form of suicide.'
You gasp.
I resolve not to cry as I turn away,
Preparing to flee,
Never dreaming what you're about to say,
Never thinking that what you need is me.
You call out,
I turn around.
Then you stand as well,
Stumbling close.
I hold my breath,
Then you touch my cheek.
I feel you tremble,
And my resolve becomes weak.
'I...' you start.
'I...fuck, I'm no good with words.'
Off races my heart.
'I love you too, Edward Elric.'
And your smile is true.
Your eyes do not lie.